This is a song about "Lovers in the stars"

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Shit i'm the the rapper

Then the stars don't even matter